11 October 1951: The agricultural committee is offering farmers three cartridges for every squirrel tail
HEREFORD: I often see the white owl in the early morning mist, skimming over the grass in search of mice. I fear the big barn is too busy a place for her now, and there are so many good ratting cats.
Grey squirrels are another matter, and seem to have no enemies. I hear that the damage they are doing to young trees in some places is serious. The agricultural committee is offering three cartridges for every grey squirrel tail, but lack of time is the trouble; farmers have none to spend watching for squirrels and certainly none to traffic in tails. The harmless red squirrel has gone from here; it never seems to survive once the grey get established.
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